Me and Jackson decided to stay at a hotel. Jackson said he would get that tattoo done the next day. He said he couldn't wait to see Chris again.
I didn't know what to think about that.
I wasn't jealous, but I can't say I was happy either. All he did that night and the next morning was to talk about Chris and how he had missed seeing him. Turns out the two were best friends in high school, but Chris had moved to New York because of uni.
We were now walking to the tattoo place, and Jackson wouldn't shut up about Chris. I felt prickly, I didn't sleep so good. I had a dream about Evan, and it wasn't good.
Well I felt good dreaming but after I woke up I felt horrible. I felt guilty, but I couldn't do anything about it.
You know what kind of dream I'm talking about.
So, I'm cranky, Jackson is rambling, it's cold and early, what a great start for the day.
"We're here. Come on, Mark, I'm sure you'll love him." Jackson smiled and grabbed my arm, pulling me from the main street to the small shop. "Just don't love him too much." He added laughing, pressing a quick kiss on my temple. It made me feel a bit better, and a small smile almost crept on my face.
My mood got immediately worse as I saw the guy who ran the shop.
He was really attractive. Really attractive. He was muscualr, covered in tattoos and atleast 6 feet tall. He had black hair and striking blue eyes. I would've fell for him right then and there, if Jackson didn't exist. I subconciously started to play with my ring.
"Ah! Long time no see, Jackson!" The guy almost ran to Jackson, hugging him. He was so tall though, that Jackson nearly got crushed under him, but the guy didn't care. He just hugged Jackson like there's no tomorrow.
After they parted, Jackson glanced at me. He was smiling so brightly I felt like I had to smile too, so I tried to but my facial muscles didn't obey me, so I just looked at him with the weirdest twisted smile wannabe expression.
Jackson looked back at the guy. He grabbed my arm again and pulled me next to him.
"Chris, this is Mark, my fianceé. Mark, this is Chris."
I forced a -this time a pretty decent- smile. "Hello. Nice to meet you. Jackson has told me a lot about you."
Chris grinned and shook hands with me.
"Nice to meet you too. Jackson hasn't told me a lot about you."
My smile dropped so he quickly added; "It's because we haven't talked to each other in almost 8 years, it was a joke.."
"Alright so should we get into it?" Jackson asked before an awkward silence could occur, and I must say it saved me from punching myself in the face.
"Oh yeah! I've made a few scetches, let's see if you like any of them..."
I got lost in my own dreams and didn't even look at Jackson while he screamed and squeezed the life out of my hand as he was getting tattooed. I just blankly stared at the wall behind him.
Something about Chris just seemed off. I didn't want to think that way, that everyone who I didn't know in advance is in someway bad or odd. It just felt weird watching how Chris would cling on to Jackson and then look at me with an expression I couldn't read.
Bitch get the fuck away from my soon-to-be husband.
It didn't help either, that Jackson got so well along with Chris. Of course, they were good friends, but still. I wasn't jealous, no way. But it couldn't hurt if he payed a little more attention to me...
"Ow!" I gasped. Jackson was squeezing my hand so hard I felt my knuckles crack. "Don't break my bones, please."
"I'm sorry sweetheart but it hurts!"
I smiled at the suffering blonde. He pouted so I cupped his cheek and pecked his lips quickly. "It'll be over soon, and then you'll have a pretty dove on your neck."
"Hey don't move." Chris said. "I'll mess it up if you're squirming so much."
Jackson screamed for about 30 minutes more, before Chris smiled and patted his back, saying we were done.
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(Just imagine it's on a guy)
"It looks great" I said quietly. I wasn't sure if they heard, because there was no reaction. Jackson let Chris wrap him up in saran wrap and then paid him.
Soon we were out of the tattoo shop, making our way back to the motel.
"Should we get lunch?" I asked. It was around 1 pm, and we had had breakfast about 4 hours ago, so I was pretty hungry at that point.
"If you stop being so prickly" Jackson smiled.
"What do you mean?"
Jackson ignored my question and pulled me into a random coffee shop to get lunch.
